Ryan
The Eerie Graveyard

A rotting corpse as stinky as stand up comedy,
A zombie like a lion killing it’s prey,
The sounds of ripping flesh like steak being torn,
Hissing like a cobra,
The smell of moist fur
Old meat rotting like a meal left in a refrigerator too long,
Blood like when you get a horrible bloody nose,
Venom like a black widow,
Spiraling wind like hurricane,
Death upon me.

Ryan